I’m scared of bridges. A couple of years ago, I made a wrong turn and accidentally ended up on the Mystic River Bridge. It must have been under construction, because I got the nauseating impression that it was going to spit me out in midair every ten feet. I just wanted to stop my car, call the fire station, and ask them to get me down now. Fear of Bostonian drivers, however, overwhelmed my fear of bridges, and is probably the reason I’m not stranded on the Tobin Bridge to this day. In honor of Bridge Week, and my experience of not falling in to Mystic River, I’m covering another Clint Eastwood title: Invictus. Before I saw it, by the way, I kept confusing the titles Invictus and Inception. I have no special fondness for Leonardo or his shape-shifting head, but Inception looks impressive. Anyway, in Invictus, the only date we get is in the beginning of the movie: February 11, 1990, the day Nelson Mandela was released from prison. In case, like me, you were in middle school and don’t remember, Mandela became President in 1994; in case, like me, you are indifferent to sports and don’t care, the
